The holiday season (Thanksgiving, Christmas, and more) has a way of turning our thoughts towards “home”. As humans, we often feel things more keenly when we’re missing them. For those who are missing family or close friends, I ask the wonderful Trinity to give you comfort. And also hope and a foretaste for the Home all of us long for - even if we don’t yet know about it.
When Jesus told the story of the Prodigal and His Father (and the Elder Brother), Jesus had all of us in mind. Leaving, becoming aware of our longing for the Home of our Abba’s Heart, and humbly returning with greater appreciation. Or perhaps being risk averse and staying put - but missing the fullness of our Abba’s heart because our own heart stayed small and full jealous comparisons.
I love these quotes from George MacDonald about our home with Father God:
“This is and has been the Father's work from the beginning—to bring us into the home of his heart, where he shares the glories of life with the Living One, in whom was born life to light men back to the original life.”
“His children are not his real, true sons and daughters until they think like him, feel with him, judge as he judges, are at home with him, and without fear before him because he and they mean the same thing, love the same things, seek the same ends. For this are we created; it is the one end of our being, and includes all other ends whatever.”
“None but a child could become a son; the idea is—a spiritual coming of age; only when the child is a man is he really and fully a son.”
George MacDonald - Unspoken Sermons Series I., II., and III
Last Saturday, I talked about this and then looked into some of the ways we take part in God’s work growing and transforming us from children - to full daughters and sons. We also considered how Jesus’ obedience to His Father’s plan for our rescue, and healing - was the only way for our rescue, and healing to be fully accomplished. And how our simple obedience to Jesus’s leadings in our daily lives brings heaven to earth.
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